I haven’t lost count of the number of sunsets
Since the angry mob visited
How they destroyed our houses
Turning them to ashes we never asked for
Momma sheltered me
And exposed herself to the wind
I closed my eyes so I could stop my tears from flowing
But when I opened them
Time was far spent
And momma was kidnapped by the war
I’m still waiting for momma
She promised to hold me tight in the cold
Even though she shivered
A jar of water turned to gold.
But mama would rather prefer I drank the last
Still waiting for momma
Cause my throat longs for more water
And my heart her love
I know she wouldn’t lie to me
I have sent messages to the wind
Giving my tears as a special price
I hope to see her beaming smiles again
And this time I will hold her more tightly
With my eyes wide opened
Still waiting for momma
Will you help me search ?
The heart cry of an orphan refugee
©Success Aisagbonbu
I am so sorry……………….
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Thanks, it’s a picture of what happens in reality… ☺
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Unfortunatelly……. i am so sorry for that…
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Beautiful … but sad
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Thanks my friend.
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Ah, so sad.
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Yes my friend. Thanks for commenting.
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